Showing posts with label words. Show all posts
Showing posts with label words. Show all posts

Monday, 5 December 2011

Feeling Words


Perhaps the best of time
can't really be described 
like this, just with rhyme 
and weak words
for feelings are so much more 
and these things
can't do justice
they can try and describe
but not really
feel anything themselves. 

Wednesday, 19 October 2011

Sailing Words

Words can flow
or sink 
I can say
what I think
or keep it
in my head
where
there they stick
and then
in odd ways
they leak in to 
my dreams
and a whole 
other world
happens in my bed
I try to describe 
the night pictures 
and the words can flow
or sink.

Sunday, 15 May 2011

Paradise

My friend got me poetry magnets as a late birthday present. Now I have a baking tray of words in case I ever stuck =]  This poem is made of some of those words 






Please
lets be happy
always young
shine like a golden summer
only sleep and dream
after a beautiful day
or 
bloom in the night
with the moon. 

Saturday, 23 April 2011

Hips



Sometimes
not many words
are needed
under the pounding
thrum
of heavy beats
making the back sweat
and drinks go down
quick
all there is to do
is
sway
the hips. 

Thursday, 14 April 2011

Pin Cushion

Too tired to write properly o.o
yes, yes, working 9 - half 5. blaahh I'm a wimp. shut up.



We may live to regret
wait,
we will live to regret
some of what we say
or do
but I for one
try to balance it out
with what I say to you.

Not all the time I'm perfect
not even very close
but when I snap
getting mad
stick a pin
in  your skin
I'll try to
take it out
forget the pain,
treat me the same
so when you
or I 
are gone
we'll know
that what we had
might not have been perfect
but it was
possibly 
close. 

Friday, 1 April 2011

Words Trying to be Senses



Words try to wrap
themselves around 
the senses 
pushing feelings
forward
signalling something
in the brain
mentally 
rather than
physically.


For from the written word alone
you can't smell a rose
touch silk
be shouted at
taste chocolate
you see the words themselves 
not the view


So forgive my attempts
at striking a match
to your brain
but I am trying
and maybe
something will spark. 




Tuesday, 1 March 2011

A Poem on Poetry





Poetry:
emotion
in motion 
words flowing
never knowing
exactly
the right words to use
try not to abuse
the language 
try and make it good
the way we should
holding a mirror to life
and reflecting
on the reflections.